You are a glass half empty
sipping my ocean dry
emotionally spent me
till none of our planets could align
but I could stand you one more night

Ohhh ohh ohh oh oh

You are a catch 22
either way I miss out
All of the grief I’d give you
Is energy I can live without
but I could stand you one more night

I like us better when we’re wasted
It makes it easier to fake it
The only time we really talk
is when our clothes [bad word] off